"Essaim: Ma Lune et L'eau (Started 6-23-13, Finished 7-1-13)"by Nate Reid for his Swarmy
Her eyes are my moon and water
they calm me
silver waves sigh into the nighttime shore
till every worry is but mist.
Soft roaring tongues make harmonicas of the beach
bending sweet tones over castles
under piers
funneling into the dreams of seashells.
Her lips are beams of hallowed light
they calm me
before them, I had worn the dense night
had roped the ocean around my neck
till the first crescent arrived
burned a hole into the darkness
white columns breaking the black sky
searching
landing upon my face
ending the collapse of gravity
with her eyes
my moon and water.
She calms me.
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